I Don’t Wanna Be Right

[Intro]
Love is wrong, I don't wanna be right
You know what I'm sayin'?
Mr. Criminal, My boy Psycho, Crazy Boy, fuck all that
Much love to the boys in the hood
Gangbanging motherfuckers that be up to no good
We all family...

[Verse 1: King Lil G]
I'm here forever from racks to cheddar, shit
You know the deal from bad to better
It hurts to remember
Time we spent together
We went through the darkest nights
The baddest weather
Pops left us with moms and his pain forever
Not to mention times when we had no dinner
Feeling like I got a knot in my throat
How could I feel any better
When now with even Shaggy and more[?]
Trying to keep all these feelings inside
Never show that your weak
The streets will eat you alive
We love the hood
From the moment of birth
You'll have to see it to believe it
To know how it works

[Hook]
Love is wrong
I don't wanna be right
If being right
Means being without you
I never get along, you and I

Much love to the boys in the hood
Gangbanging motherfuckers that be up to no good
We all family... we all family

Ima let my boy Trouble let you know, come on

[Verse 2: Trouble]
At times, I don't know what to do
Still stuck in my ways
Living life without a clue
I'm still staying true to the streets
Still making moves
For them new shoes for my feet

R.I.P for my boy rest in peace
And my brother Criminal doing six in the P
I wish, this was all a dream
But Like Lil G said, this the life we lead
I got to make bread to feed my city
My only concept is for me to succeed
So when I, put this pen to this sheet
Ima give you what you need
With the shit that I speak

[Hook]
Love is wrong
I don't wanna be right
If being right
Means being without you
I never get along, you and I

[Verse 3: King Lil G]
This is for the thugs, the hustlas, hustling on the block
I'm talking about them motherfuckers running from the cops
Staying alive, ready to grind
Kill or be killed
Whatever it fucking takes to survive
Been there, done it, believe me I feel you
Everything will do
Exposing the real truth
Come on Bullet
Let em know what's up with this shit
Let em know how a gangsta from the ghetto speak

[Verse 4: Bullet]
That's why I get high
Trying to cope with stress
And thinking of the reasons
Why we in this hopeless mess
Cashing them government checks
Low lifing in the projects
Drinking and getting butted hustlin'[?]
That makes them prophets

[Outro]
Much love to the boys in the hood
Gangbanging motherfuckers that be up to no good
We all family... we all family

Love is wrong
I don't wanna be right
If being right
Means being without you
I never get along, you and I